The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 321: 123 General Bai demonstrated a spirited and vigorous demeanor!_3

When Chu Yue’s assistant came over from behind, he saw the medicine on the desk still untouched and glared fiercely at Bai Lian.

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The next scene involved a fight between Yan Lu and Chu Yue.

Yan Lu had to fight Chu Yue while on horseback, but since Chu Yue couldn’t ride, he sat on a shorter prop horse, wielding a spear for the combat scene with Yan Lu.

The martial arts instructor was commanding Chu Yue from the sidelines, but the gap in skill between Chu Yue and Yan Lu was somewhat large.

“Yan Lu, are you trying to spear me to death?” Stuck in the middle, Chu Yue’s face darkened, and he said coldly to Yan Lu, “Can you stop waving that spear around? My eyes hurt.”

The people nearby did not dare to speak.

The martial arts instructor was also silent.

Anyone with a clear eye could see that the problem was with Chu Yue.

Chu Yue was currently a popular traffic star, a celebrity under the nation’s largest entertainment company, Tianhuan. With merely average acting skills, Wan Qiushan had made an exception for him to join the crew owing to Tianhuan’s influence.

He was playing a male character number five, a role that didn’t require much acting, and had recently joined the crew.

Such a traffic star, known for a big temper and making trouble, often acted out.

Wan Qiushan couldn’t afford to offend Chu Yue and could only turn to Yan Lu, “Yan Lu, make your expression a little better, take 291, scene five—”

Bai Lian stood on the side, remembering Yan Lu’s lines and positioning perfectly. In contrast, Chu Yue either messed up his lines, his facial expressions, or his movements.

“Be careful—”

On the fifth take, Chu Yue’s spear almost poked the horse’s eye; the steed, startled, reared up high!

Since the martial arts instructor was near, he quickly went to grab the horse’s reins.

However, a figure in light blue was even quicker.

The martial arts instructor and the director stared blankly in front of the camera as the girl in blue with ink-black hair grabbed the bridle with her pale, delicate fingers, gently patting the startled white horse, which suddenly calmed down.

Her eyes and brows lowered, the moment she grasped the bridle, there was a languid strength that was hard to articulate. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

“Yan Lu, can you actually ride a horse?” Chu Yue’s face darkened. He was handsome, but at this moment, he was a bit angry with embarrassment, blaming Yan Lu for not knowing how to ride.

Being supported by strong backing and enjoying popularity, no one in the crew dared to challenge him.

Wan Qiushan was also visibly displeased.

“Are you alright?” Bai Lian’s expression unchanged, she looked up only at Yan Lu on the horse’s back.

Yan Lu shook her head.

Only then did Bai Lian nod, “You, come down.”

Yan Lu, with her cold and exquisite appearance, never refused Bai Lian, not even asking why, and directly leaped off the horse.

Bai Lian took over her spear, then caught hold of the reins, lifted her left foot into the stirrup, casually pressed her right hand against the back saddle, pushed off the ground lightly, and with a leap, she gracefully straddled the horse’s back, sitting steady!

With the reins in her left hand and her body upright, she held the long spear at an angle with her right hand, the blue hem of her dress fluttering in the breeze.

Her dark eyes slowly lowered, her spear pointed at Chu Yue, exuding an imperial contempt, “She doesn’t know how to ride. I’ll demonstrate it for her.”

Casually, she looked over at Yan Lu: “Watch closely.”

Having said that, she tightened the reins, and the horse, as if understanding her command, burst toward Chu Yue with a wild rush.

The speed of the charge lifted Bai Lian’s dress hem, sleeves, and the orange light that reflected from her hair in the sunset. With the majestic horse gallantly moving forward, the girl’s spear bore the force of thunder, feinting before pressing down slightly, the tip like a dragon emerging from its lair, a glint of cold light thrusting straight at Chu Yue’s right hand!

Chu Yue didn’t even have time to react; Bai Lian’s advanced so quickly that the martial arts instructor stepped aside. Chu Yue’s right hand also held a long spear.

Stuck on the prop horse and unable to move, he could only see Bai Lian’s blurry figure as his right wrist numbed, and the spear was knocked from his grip to the ground by Bai Lian.

But that wasn’t enough; the horse under Bai Lian’s command seemed as magnificent and mighty as the historic records described, its forelegs rearing up straight at Chu Yue’s face!

The face was Chu Yue’s most valuable asset.

He couldn’t even scream, instinctively bringing his hands up to cover his face, closing his eyes.

Just as the horse’s hooves were about to come crashing down on Chu Yue, Bai Lian suddenly yanked the reins hard, turning the horse one hundred and eighty degrees in mid-air, while she leaned back slightly.

Chu Yue had just breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just saved his own life.

Bai Lian and the horse stopped abruptly, and then she thrust the spear behind her with her right hand!

Without turning around, that flicker of cold light arrived first!

Bai Lian’s left hand still hadn’t released the reins—

Before anyone could process the scene, Chu Yue watched as the spear aimed straight at his throat, and before Bai Lian even turned around, he paled and fell backward with a “bang,” tumbling off the prop horse!

Jiang Fulai didn’t speak, still standing in the corner with a mask and a black cap, his demeanor clearly conveying an effortless authority. The crowd quieted down, perhaps then noticing the innate sense of command around him.

Wan Qiushan suddenly stood up from the director’s chair with a “thud.”

Only then did Bai Lian leisurely turn around. She ran her fingers through the reins and methodically retrieved her spear, twirling it in her hands, causing her dress and the red tassel on her spear to sway with the breeze. She cast a casual smile toward Chu Yue, who had fallen to the ground, “…Do I need to demonstrate for Yan Lu again?”

Wan Qiushan felt that this was the kind of spirited dignity he had envisioned—

Even in the face of a sudden storm, she could ride the wind for ninety thousand li.